All of a sudden, Alan Grego trembled and sank to the floor. His bodyguards went to his aid and his assistant gave him some water but he slapped her hand away as the water spilled on the floor.
“Sir! Sir, what’s wrong?”
“I’m not doing this deal with her,” he looked up at Christina.
“Tell her, we’re done! You hear me? Tell that witch, we’re done! I’m not seeing her, ever again! Get rid of her, you hear me?”
They pulled him away and into his office. Both his servicemen urged him to get psychological help but the governor pushed them away.
“Get away from me! Go! You make sure she never comes in the capitol building ever again. Go!”
He planted his face on his desk trembling. Anxiety filled his heart and his soul terrified engulfing him in despair.
Then he looked up. Over his chair looking down at him was a crucifix. Jesus stared down at him with pity, but in his deeper parts, Alan was disgusted by the sight.
A weak man hanging helplessly on a cross desi…
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